Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Smog,
Liliput,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
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Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.